Lyrics:
baby
Can't you see the time
Who is she
Next to my baby
Can't get it off my mind
Who is she
Better stop
Cut your losses cos he’s mine
Yo, what do you want
They say the grind dont stop
Gotta stay in my zone
And can’t nobody give me shit I can't get on my own
TTGOTIT
Chi, is the city I be reppin
I’m out in
I can't, I can't tell nobody what's going on in my head
I can't watch this bitch she laying up in my bed
I'm the type of nigga don't leave out when
stop it
(Shawty
U can't be my darling
Three up in the morning
With my muddies
Out in Harlem)
(Let's go)
tree I'm telling you girl you the hottest
I prove my loyalty wit peace them other hoes can't bother you (fuck out my way)
Like when i grab you by yo
of mines
No way out between the lines
I can't stop her from writing it's the end
I am just a fountain pen
Like a jet-black arrow flying from her hand
I
Oh, I can't stop
Drinking about you
Now I'm three sheets to the wind
And I'm thinking about you again
I've got a voice of reason and a voice of sin
that two scoop
I know Jah Jah never let me down
Mahalo Ke Akua
They cant never ever stop my shine
They cant ever take from me whats mine
They cant ever
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
don't' even know
How the fuck they gon' play by rules?
I tried to tell em watch the way I move
I'm praying for em everyday I do
Verse 2
Now
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
flow
[Chorus: x2]
Tickity tock, don't stop, yeah the clock is still ticking
Ya booty chicken rhymes, mine's a finger licking
Blooding, cripping,
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
This ain't the vibe that I need
Stop the beat, G5 free
I be spendin' racks on these jeans
I'm too real, fuck is y'all
on the Impala)
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight)
And this shit for the city, nigga (Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike)
Ayy Wiz, how we on it?
Two
[Chorus: x2]
I don't hang in da v.I.p. so stop checkin.
I'm posted with da goons boppin, hand on weapon.
In da corner with da thugs and convicted fellons.
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
bottle.)
I can't hear you, what'd you say?
.... (I said ... I said, Yes, we're remodeling
Mm, hmm.
.... (Cocktails before dinner?)
Yes, two Pina
leads back to you
Uh, I got that shit in my system, somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at with it? 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need
it's beer pong
Toupee Knock his wig off
Took his bitch to by a real one
I can't stand the rain
And I can't stand to stand to close to Niggas
I was
Control of my mind no reliving me 2x
I been staring up to God what you teaching me
If i can’t believe myself who’s believing me
I been feeling so
our texts
Disarmed by the memories
As I scroll
From 2, to 3, to 4, to 5
Six am, I'm missing you on my skin
No, I can't go around again
If I get too
feelings
My mind it can't function
Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took
I'm not being funny
Trust me
Give me two years 100 bands for to book me
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